I'm sorry that your brother died. I know you carry tears inside. You called him " Brother" all your life. Your sorrow cuts you like a knife. He sheltered you from every harm And had a certain kind of charm. You saw his flaws but loved him so, And it is hard to let him go. I'm sure he's trying to impress God with his own worthiness. He worked hard to build a ranch And acquired a cowboy stance. Now it's time to say good-bye. He's ridden his horse across the sky. He knows he'll see you again And talk with you of now and then. -Yu/stan/kema-
Love comes softly on angels' wings And touches my shattered soul. I am broken beyond repair And grief has taken it's toll. Where do I go when all is gone And life has lost all meaning? Is there a place to release my tears And express the emotions I'm feeling? The world can be such a lonely place For a sensitive soul like mine. How do you open yourself back up To hurt and say, "I'm fine?" The struggle to get up off the floor Is strenuous year after year. How do I try to find hope again When I have such terrible fear? -Yu/stan/kema-
Life is full of joy and sorrow. We never know what comes tomorrow. We make plans with baited breath While pushing back the hands of death. We try to play the hero's part With an arrow in our heart. We gather flowers as we go. The years fly by and bring us woe. The losses come one by one, And we feel our life is done. We are told to carry on And embrace the coming dawn. We feel such emptiness within. We weep for what life might have been. Our hopes and dreams have flown away, And still we're staying one more day. Our courage keeps us living here After losing all that's dear. -Yu/stan/kema-
A little girl with tattered clothes Walked on the bombshelled ground. Tears flowed down her dirt-stained cheeks. She did not make a sound. Bombs were falling from the sky. Her body shook with fear, And yet she kept on walking. She had lost what she held dear. She saw dead bodies in the street And heard some soldiers laugh. The Russians blew up what they could And took things in their path. She found a place to hide again And packed herself in tight. The cold stones protected her. She slept through the night. The sun came up to welcome her And down the road she went. She found no food or water And her energy was spent. She searched in vain for family The war had ripped away. She knew there was no one Who would ask her to stay. The emptiness she felt inside Was like a giant hole. Her faith in God had disappeared. She feared for her soul. War came to the streets of Kiev. It would not stay the same. Brave men would die and one small child On the streets of Ukraine. -Yu/stan/kema-
History let's us all know That life's events come and go, And they can return again To show us who we might have been. Men are taught to resist The evil that does exist. Good men choose not to hate, And they walk a path that's straight. History helps us to see What an evil man can be When he is filled with hate and greed And acts upon his selfish needs. He conquors others using power And kills hundreds in an hour. He feels, sadly, no remorse And rules others with brute force. History teaches us of truth, Love and hatred in our youth. We have choices we must make And need to learn from our mistakes. What will others learn from us? To seek God's love of righteousness, Or teach others how to hate And leave their souls to cruel fate. -Yu/stan/kema-
A deep darkness comes And covers the earth And slowly removes Traces of my worth. Ghosts from the past rise Up to smother me With negative thoughts Of untold misery. My strength is gone. Hope has taken wing And left behind a Soul that cannot sing. For Life has changed and Rearranged my days. I am left to grieve All the "old ways." The fear of disease Can hold me captive, While I struggle to Become adaptive. -Yu/stan/kema-
All that I am and strive to be comes before You on bended knee. I'm broken and spent and I'm empty-handed in a world full of evil where I feel stranded. My heart is heavy for those in pain and for the stressors that seem to remain. It's all I can do to stay on my feet and take a step forward and not feel defeat. So many losses over the years have taken a toll and left me in tears. My faith has been shattered in all I once knew. I became angry and distanced from You. I come to You, God, with my heart in my hands. I'm tired and exhausted. Will You understand? I just want to stand in the warmth of Your light and hear You say: " It will be alright." Just, rock me to sleep by the light of the moon and promise me, please, You'll be coming back soon. -Yu/stan/kema-
The New Year shines ahead of us
And the old year’s gone faster than most.
We hope good days lie before us
And the past will soon be toast.
The old year has taught us lessons.
We’ve survived hardship and pain.
We’ve learned to endure the darkness
And hide our tears in the rain.
We’ve lived through the sting of betrayal.
We’ve faced death by disease day by day.
We’ve grieved the losses we’ve suffered,
And we’ve learned when to walk away.
There is hope in a new tomorrow,
And a chance to make things right.
All we need is to love each other
And seek God’s holy light.
We can learn to trust our neighbor
And give straight from the heart.
We can learn to accept each other’s
Differences from the start.
We need to focus on living
Each moment one by one
And count our many blessings
When each day is done.
Life is a roller coaster.
It’s full of ups and downs.
Just when we think we have control,
We are thrown out to the ground.
We try to hold on to time with a list
And keep to a schedule or two,
But just as we think we are almost done,
We are hindered in what we can do.
We go through life with our beliefs
And are sure we know what is real.
But betrayal can cause so much harm,
We’re consumed by the sorrow we feel.
We live our lives based on trust
And it gets us through the week.
But when things go wrong as they often do,
We learn we have to be meek.
It’s a hard virtue for us to learn
And it takes time to grow.
We can find peace as we go through life
If we learn to “Go with the flow.”
Red and gold are colors of Autumn: A time when life is in its prime, And death is but a certainty When leaves fall and squirrels climb. They search for food to survive the winter And gather seeds to put in the ground. They seem to remember where they are buried And are relieved when they are found. The cold wind blows and bends the branches Of trees that are thin and stand so tall. They seek to be quite resilient So none of their branches break and fall. The seasons in life for a human being Are like the seasons of nature too. There is a time for growth and existing, And a time for one's dreams to come true. Old age comes when the body is weaker, And losses occur year after year. The wise man seeks to be resilient And knows that death is drawing near. For nature and man have the hope of renewal, To live again and to have some worth. Man seeks to make, for others, a difference, And trees leave their seeds to grow in the earth. -Yu/stan/kema-